novelhk Chapter 504 Quidditch Match
Chapter 504 Quidditch Match
Chapter 504 Quidditch Match
As Ms. Huo Qi blew her whistle, a total of fifteen brooms flew up at the same time.
"Look, they're off!" Lee Jordan's voice rang in everyone's ears at the same time.
"Gryffindor has a new goalkeeper this year, Ron Weasley—another Weasley. The family seems to have some talent for Quidditch, like Fred and George, who are the best hitting duo in the school."
"Don't say that, Li—"
We were both blushing!
Fred and George flew quickly past the commentary booth on their broomsticks.
But a chorus of boos erupted from the stands. Apart from Gryffindor, the students from the other houses simply didn't acknowledge that they were the best hitters; they clearly favored their own.
Slytherin, in particular, directly targeted Ron in front of the goal, loudly booing him.
Ron had never experienced anything like this before, and since it was his first time participating in an official match, he immediately became extremely nervous when he heard the others shout. His palms started sweating, and he missed three shots in a row.
The score was already 0-30 after only five minutes of play.
Seeing this, Slytherin shouted even louder.
"Don't be nervous, Ron." Harry flew over to Ron's side and said, "They're just trying to distract you. Just pretend you can't hear them. Think about when we trained before; you can definitely do it."
Harry wanted to help Ron regain his confidence this way, but he may have overestimated Ron's resilience.
Ron wanted to ignore the boos more than anyone else, but those voices seemed to have a magical power, always managing to get into his ears at the most crucial moments.
He let the ball slip by again—or rather, he didn't catch a single ball. Slytherin's Chaser dared to throw the ball, and he dared to let the opponent score.
Ten minutes later, the score became 20-70.
Gradually, the Slytherins' voices grew louder, while the Gryffindors' cheers grew quieter.
"Is this the new goalkeeper the team selected from the entire grade?"
Finally, someone was the first to raise a question.
"They haven't saved a single ball so far. Is there any point in picking someone with this level of skill?"
"That straight ball just now, even my grandma could have stopped it on a broomstick, and he just let it go?"
"Does he find the Quaffle too prickly?"
Listening to the voices around her, Hermione wanted to say something to help Ron, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it.
There's no way to salvage the situation; Ron's performance was truly awful. There's simply no way to make amends.
It's impossible to say that Ron performed well in training, even though that's true, but no one else saw it.
What they saw was Ron dribbling away like an idiot, missing one ball after another.
That means all Weasleys are Gryffindors; otherwise, by now, some people would probably already be suspecting Ron of being a Slytherin spy.
And then there's Lee Jordan, who was commentating on the game. He was initially thinking about whether to introduce his younger brother more, but after Ron missed his fifth attempt, he was so angry he almost cursed out loud.
He only held back because of Fred and George, but he never mentioned Ron's name again after that.
If there's really no other way, they'll just use Gryffindor's goalkeeper instead.
The change in the atmosphere was clearly reflected in Ron's mind. His team uniform was completely soaked, and his head was spinning, with only a buzzing sound remaining.
"Now we can only watch Harry's." Celen put down the panoramic binoculars and sighed softly.
Although he didn't know much about Quidditch, he could tell that Ron was useless in this state. Gryffindor was basically playing six against seven, and they didn't even have a substitute goalkeeper, so they couldn't even make substitutions.
The only chance Gryffindor has to win now is if Harry catches the Golden Snitch before Slytherin takes a 150-point lead.
To the delight of all Gryffindors, Harry did it.
Using the advantage of the fastest broomstick fire arrow, he successfully caught the Golden Snitch when the score reached 50:180.
Harry raised his hand high, a glint of gold peeking through his fingers. In that instant, the previously somber atmosphere of Gryffindor—
The stands erupted in cheers.
The cheers and applause were deafening, almost drowning out the entire Quidditch pitch.
Even Dumbledore couldn't help but applaud, and Sirius enlarged the banner tenfold, letting it wave and flutter in the air.
Ron didn't know how he got back to the ground. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, anywhere would do, as long as he could escape those strange looks.
Harry immediately wanted to comfort him, but as the biggest contributor to this victory, he was surrounded by a group of people as soon as he landed and couldn't get away at all.
By the time he finally managed to squeeze through the crowd, Ron was long gone. He only found Celen and Hermione at the stadium entrance.
"Have you seen Ron?" he asked as he ran over.
"I saw him," Xilen said, pointing in the direction of the greenhouse. "He went in that direction. I guess he wanted to be alone, so I didn't disturb him."
"I suggest you don't go right now, really."
Harry hesitated. He wanted to comfort Ron, but he also felt that Cyrus was right.
Fortunately, Sirius Black walked over from the direction of the stadium at that moment, which helped Harry make the choice.
"You flew so well, I thought I saw James." He patted Harry on the shoulder hard. "I mean, you flew better than your dad."
"No, I just have this." Harry glanced at his firebolt.
"Without the fire crossbow you gave me, I would never have been able to catch the Golden Thief so quickly."
"It has nothing to do with that. Your father used the best broom back then." Sirius looked up at the sky, as if lost in some kind of memory.
"Would you like to hear some funny stories about your dad when he played Quidditch?"
"I couldn't ask for more," Harry said, his eyes shining.
"Then come with me, let's find a quiet place." Sirius glanced at the crowd returning to the castle. "After all, you're the center of everyone's attention right now."
"No problem," Harry said, waving to the two of them before following Sirius Black in the other direction.
Because it involved James Potter and was Harry's private matter, Hermione didn't follow him but continued walking towards the castle.
But Xiren didn't do that. He made an excuse and followed the two at a distance, while opening the Marauder's Map to observe their movements.
He saw Sirius leading Harry toward the Whomping Willow.
It was indeed very quiet there, but at the same time, a secret passage leading to Hogsmeade was hidden beneath the Whomping Willow.
Sirius Black could take Harry out of Hogwarts through the secret passage if he wanted to.
But Dumbledore just got back and is probably still at school right now. He probably wouldn't dare to do that, Siren thought to himself.
At this time, another person's name also appeared on the Marauder's Map.
"Oh—Harry, Sirius, you're here!" Hagrid's loud voice could be heard even by Sirius, who was quite far away.
"I was just about to look for you!"
"What's wrong, Hagrid?" Sirius asked.
"It's because of Ron," Hagrid said. "He came to me earlier, looking extremely upset. I didn't know how to comfort him, but you guys would definitely know how, wouldn't you?"
"So Ron came looking for you?" Harry said, instinctively walking towards the cabin. "I'm going now. To be honest, I've been looking for Ron the whole time."
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